As I imagined such a scene, I wondered to myself whether such cavorting was within the spirit of what we’d agreed. Monday night she should be home w...th me, as it was one of the nights, she’d be with me as she split her time between us this coming week.My idle musings were interrupted by the sound of Sue turning in to our drive, and I felt perplexed at my own feelings. I was delighted to see Sue, but I couldn’t deny there was a small sick part of me that was disappointed that she’d not snuck off. The whispered voice with the fake French accent came again in my ear. “Don’t fight, don’t resist, move your right leg outward”. Again, I could do nothing but comply. Again the sound of the tape and this time my ankle was wound and then tied to something repeatedly. The process was repeated for my other ankle.It went quiet and any noise associated with movement stopped. The whispered voice spoke again. “We are going to get off you now. Don’t try to struggle, you are wasting your. I squeezed hard and moved against her. Her orgasm lasted long enough for me to begin my own. It felt like I had been saving up cum for our reunion. I came like I was trying to fill her with enough cum to give her a child naturally.Usually, I tried to get off a woman so I could ensure she did not get uncomfortable. I did not care at the time and stayed on top of Mandy until I hardened inside of her again. I heard the door open as I began to move in and out of her.I turned my head to see Brittany. " I did as he asked, and even smiled, though I imagine it was a sickly little smile.Jeff kept us moving, and about a dozen people saw my charms before he gave me my next instructions. "Masturbate for me," he said. This time I didn't even say 'What?' I reached down, and it came as no surprise to me that I was soaked. I started playing with myself, and I know that I heard a lot of honking in the background, but I didn't notice much of it. All I could think about was that I was masturbating in a.